The Great Escape

It’s Mondays Finish the Story time here on draliman’s blog. This is hosted by Barbara Beacham in which we get a photo and a starting sentence and have to write a 100-150 word story (not counting the starting sentence).

Click on the little blue froggy to see all this week’s contributions. The supplied starting sentence is in bold in my story. It’s a little bit o’ dialogue this week.

They finally made their escape. Unfortunately, they were now stuck in a ditch.

“Moron!” yelled Teddy.

“Idiot!” yelled Brian.

They sat in silence for a moment.

“What now?” asked Teddy. “They’ll catch us for sure.”

“Try it again,” said Brian.

Teddy pushed the pedal. The wheels spun. The truck didn’t move.

“We’re dead,” moaned Brian. “They’ll catch us, then they’ll kill us.”

“Or they’ll lock us away forever,” added Teddy.

They stared at each other.

“Maybe if you got out and pushed?”

“You get out and push!” yelled Brian.

More silence.

“Let’s get out of here,” said Teddy finally.

“Too late,” said Brian, looking behind them.

Racing up the road came Mr Jenkins in his tracksuit. Much further back was Mr Hawkins, huffing and puffing and clutching his chest.

Lovely set up and great voices. I’d be asking how it is the wayward teachers allowed those two to get into a vehicle. And as for threatening detention for life. Honestly, adults are so stupid. They’ll all have left school before life’s over.

Funny story, Ali. It reminds me of hearing how in high school the driving teacher got out for some reason and the students took off without him. They said he was running behind and shouting. Poor man. 🙂 — Suzanne

Such cool dialog. I really liked it. My daughter was grounded for life once when she dress up in black goth clothing with skull and crossbones for an interview at a Christian middle school. Those were the days. She’s married with kids now and her turn will come before long. Ha Ha.

No. I was working and she was to bicycle to the interview so I had no idea until I got the letter telling me “…she would be a bad influence on the other.” When I asked her what that meant, she fessed up. Glad those days are passed.

These boys certainly thought so. It doesn’t sound like they made it very far in their escape attempt, though! If I’d had more words, I would have described how one was steering and one working the pedals, but sadly my 150 words ran out.